Chapter 0491: Housewarming Joy

Young men and women in love, when it comes to certain intimate contacts, say no with their mouths, but their bodies are quite honest. They might not be addicted, but they are definitely not as resistant as they appear on the surface.

Take Fan Baobao, for example. Although she said no with her mouth, every time Zhao Fusheng took advantage of her to be intimate, she never ran away; instead, she responded quite happily.

People are probably like this: the more they like someone, the more reserved they act.

After being lovey-dovey for a long time, Fan Baobao nestled in Zhao Fusheng's arms, tilted her head, looked at her boyfriend's profile, and whispered, "Are you really that confident in me?"

All along, Zhao Fusheng had told her that she would definitely become a good actress.

To be honest, even Fan Baobao herself didn't have that much confidence in herself.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "You're my girlfriend, of course I'm confident in you."

He meant it. Not to mention Fan Baobao's development in his previous life, but even now, in Zhao Fusheng's view, the best way for an actor to show the audience their most brilliant side is undoubtedly on the screen.

Scandals and hype are just means to become famous. Whether negative or positive news, what they create is a star, not a qualified actor.

Of course, the actor mentioned here refers to someone who genuinely relies on their own works to speak and lets the roles justify themselves. Not the kind of actor defined later in some variety show—that's called a drama queen, not an actor.

For example, International Chapter had a series of negative news back then, from the charity fraud scandal to the ink-splashing incident, and later she was bent on currying favor with the powerful. To latch onto a wealthy foreigner, she even performed a live sex show on the beach. Coupled with the film "Memoirs of a Geisha," she became a clown with no image left in the eyes of many Chinese.

For others, it might have been possible to retire from the scene altogether.

But she endured for several years, and with the role of Gong Er in "The Grandmaster," she made a stunning comeback, a brilliant counterattack that amazed everyone.

Later, she married the deep-backed Piku Wang, started following the path of a good mother and good woman, and became popular again.

Naturally, Zhao Fusheng did not have such expectations for Fan Baobao, nor did he intend for her to have such a曲折 experience. His goal was simple: to let Fan Baobao happily fulfill her dream of being an actress.

"Besides, I'm still waiting to be your agent," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile, teasing Fan Baobao. This was a joke they had made when they first started dating.

Fan Baobao rolled her eyes at him, feeling that her boyfriend was too hateful, always finding ways to tease her.

But she also knew that Zhao Fusheng meant well for her.

"By the way, Xiaoqiang's crew—will he be bullied?" Fan Baobao thought for a moment and suddenly became a bit worried. She really treated Wang Qiang like a younger brother; otherwise, she wouldn't care so much about him.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly: "Come on, he's just a martial arts actor. Either he's a stunt double or he plays a minor role. Who would bully him?"

This was the truth. In novels, there are always plots where small characters get trampled on, but that's all nonsense. For example, the lead actor of a TV series wouldn't care about ordinary minor roles or extras. They don't even have any connection with you, so why would they bully you?

Only those who always suffer from persecution mania would constantly think that there are always villains trying to harm them.

In reality, everyone has their own life to live, and others simply couldn't care less about your well-being.

"Well, I just think he's too honest, and I'm afraid he'll suffer for it later." Fan Baobao muttered softly, knowing she might be worrying unnecessarily.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head with a smile: "You, don't assume that honest people always get the short end of the stick."

He meant what he said. Although Wang Qiang had a straightforward personality, perhaps this trait wouldn't cause him to suffer; instead, it could be an opportunity for his success.

After all, there are too many clever people in this world, making honest folks a rare breed.

Any intelligent person might not like others as cunning as themselves, but they would still show some consideration for an honest person who would rather suffer than hurt others.

Those who relentlessly exploit honest people are extremely rare, and they never come to a good end.

Zhao Fusheng understood this principle; Fan Baobao only half-grasped it, but fortunately, she never delved into things she didn't fully understand, because in her dictionary, Zhao Fusheng would never harm her. Since he thought it was fine, then it must be fine.

Soon, Zhou Yun and Wang Qiang returned carrying their belongings. Seeing Wang Qiang's meager luggage—just a single suitcase—Zhao Fusheng's mouth twitched. This guy really lived a frugal life.

But recalling a news story from his past life, after Wang Qiang became famous, he still went home every year to help his family with the harvest, showing he was indeed someone who never forgot his roots. Zhao Fusheng felt relieved.

"Is that all you have?" Fan Baobao asked, quite surprised.

"Yeah, that's it." Wang Qiang grinned naively: "Bro, I can just sleep on the floor."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "No need for the floor. I remember there's a single bed; we'll set it up for you."

It wouldn't be appropriate to let Wang Qiang sleep in the living room, nor was it convenient to share a bed. So he decided to add a single bed in his own bedroom.

The previous owner seemed to have rented out rooms, so Zhao Fusheng's bedroom was quite large. He usually lived alone, and there happened to be a vacant spot for a single bed.

After some bustling around, they finally helped Wang Qiang settle in. Fan Baobao was delighted and suggested going out for dinner that evening.

"Come on, we've got nothing else to do. Let's celebrate Xiao Qiang moving in today, how about it?" Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Alright, consider it a housewarming celebration."

Regardless, Wang Qiang was a good person. Meeting each other in their humble beginnings was fate. Zhao Fusheng didn't expect to gain anything from him, nor did Wang Qiang know what Zhao Fusheng would become in the future. Such a friendship was free from too many conflicts of interest.

The group went to a restaurant outside the neighborhood, ordered a few dishes and some bottles of beer, and happily began to eat.

After eating for a while, Zhao Fusheng made an excuse to step outside. Once out the door, he dialed the landlord's number.

"Hello, I'd like to ask, are you willing to sell this house..." Zhao Fusheng got straight to the point and started negotiating the price.

Soon, he got a satisfactory answer.

"Alright, I'll have someone contact you later." Zhao Fusheng hung up the phone, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.